Stone Circle When the world starts falling I'll hold on to you

Thistle burst into laughter immediately as her brother puffed up like an offended bird, utterly unrepentant. The sudden paw smacking against her shoulders cut her giggling off abruptly, however, and she stumbled and had to regain her balance after the hit. Thistle looked up, giving her brother a hard stare with distinctly glittering eyes. Her lips began to curl, a smile and snarl all at once. A very clear message conveyed in a single familiar look; it was on.

She tried rearing up onto her back legs, going at him with both front paws. Her weight was laughable compared to his, but she usually tried it anyway. If she could get him on the ground she had a much better advantage; and if pushing didn't work, she wasn't above nipping at his legs.